Tim's Poetic Liscense

Neuvo

Speak to me in bitter tongues, sweet silence throughout years
Revel there in moonlit madness, our eyes melt wax on unwashed floors
Tear back sweet sunlights curtains, Climb down from chairs on high,
Drink still-born mists, With broken fists, remembered alibi.
The moonlit day, the sunbroke night, a memory fades away,
With weathered sky, and drunken eye, homebound we will sway.
Oft passions prelude, presupposed,
Amid morals half-closed eye,
We kiss and laugh, and yawn and scream
enebriated lullabye.
And drunk we stumble clumsily, o’er
Who, and Where, and Why?
Ne’er pondering the reality,
our night is sailing by.